Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1351 The pit is 337 meters deep

The mother and daughter stood in the air for a long time, Mei'er couldn't stand it anymore.

"Girl, go back, the young lady is cold and can't stand the wind—"

Probably suffered those inhuman tortures in her mother's stomach. When the little girl was carried out by Xiao Qian, she only weighed four catties in the small clothes, and her body was a little thin, but now she is three years old, with delicate and beautiful features. That body is so thin that it makes people feel distressed, no matter how much food supplements can make it up, the weight is much lighter than children of the same age.

Because of this, Mo Jiu was also worried.

But all the doctors in Xinglong Mountain have seen it, and they have thought about all the methods they should think about. Even Xiao Liulang asked someone to send back the prescription of food supplements several times according to her description, but maybe the little girl is born like this, and she can't eat anything. No flesh.Fortunately, she is not sick or in pain, can eat and sleep, and is in good spirits. Apart from being thinner, she has no other problems.

"Oh, come back!"

Sighing, she tugged at her clothes, no matter how she carried her daughter out, and how she carried her back, Mei'er wanted to change the handle for her, but she refused, and she would not let anyone else do it.

Mo Jiu pampered Xiao Zhi more than ordinary mothers.

Her reason is simple, because the little girl has no father by her side, so she has to give twice as much love.

Fortunately, this little girl has not been spoiled by her, she has always been well-behaved, sensible and intelligent, and she knows how to read people's faces at a young age.

Now when she heard Mo Jiu's sigh, she didn't say a word, and obediently lay on Mo Jiu's shoulder until Mo Jiu felt something was wrong, and raised her chin and asked her, "Why, fell asleep?"

The little girl replied in a low voice, "No."

Mo Jiu asked with a smile, "Then why is there no sound? Wasn't he still a little sparrow who could ask questions just now?"

"Mother is unhappy, so she dare not speak."

"..." Mo Jiu was startled, "Who taught you this? You are Mother's daughter, and with Mother, you can talk at any time."

"No one taught Zhi Zhi." Xiao Zhi's small chin suddenly rested on Mo Jiu's head, rubbing against her hair, a little itchy, and his breath was sweet and soft when he spoke, "Mother, Zhi Zhi I don't want you to be sad..."

sad?does she have it?

Mo Jiu couldn't help laughing, "Nonsense! How can mother do that?"

The little girl was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Then just sing a song for mother, and mother will just smile?"

"Wow! This is a good deal!"

Mo Jiu slowed down and walked into the Mohist Square with a smile on his face. He watched the sun fall from the top of Mozi's head, squinted his eyes slightly, and saw the disciples busy, and his heartstrings slowly relaxed.Above the head, the voice of a little girl like a little oriole also came crisply at this moment.

low black sky

Bright stars follow

worms fly worms fly
who are you missing

low black sky

Bright stars follow

worms fly worms fly
who are you missing

……

……

The two of them took Mei'er back to No. [-] of the Mo family, and they heard laughter inside before entering the courtyard.

Several boys and girls were chasing wildly around the yard with Wangcai and Lang'er.Mo Jiu was stunned, smiled and walked in, and sure enough, he saw Peng Xin, Song Yan, and Shang Ya sitting around the grape arbor in the yard, eating tea and peeling melon seeds.

"How many of you are doing well today?!"

Talking and laughing, Mo Jiu put the little girl down from her neck and patted her on the head.

"Go and play!"

Seeing her little friend, the little girl grinned happily.

"Oh! Here I come!"

"Quick! Come straight here and be my bride..."

"Never!"

"..."

These little guys often play together, almost inseparable.Xiao Chonger from Peng Xin's family, Shang Ya and Qiao Zhanping's eldest daughter Qiao Wanqing, their youngest son Qiao Yun, Song Yan's son Song Li, Shen Peifeng, the eldest grandson of the elder Shen Shimao of the Kunmen, and a group of wild boys from the mountain. Girl, it's against the sky to get together.

Mo Jiu looked at the child with a smile, sat down slowly, and Mei'er quickly served tea.

"Girl drinking tea."

With a "hmm", Mo Jiu held the teacup and suddenly felt a little emotional.

"In a blink of an eye, they are all this big."

"Yeah! My little worm is getting wild! I can't control it anymore."

"Ha, this kid looks like his father!" Mo Jiu responded casually, but after finishing speaking, she caught a glimpse of Peng Xin's slightly startled face, quickly put down the teacup, looked at her in surprise, and pulled the words away, "Hey, Miss Peng When I came back for the first time, it seemed to look better? Didn’t you notice it?”

She intended to divert Peng Xin's attention.Obviously, this trick was successful.

Song Yan and Shang Ya understood what she meant, and they smiled in agreement.

"Yeah, we've already said it, this dress is tender and cheerful! It's suitable for someone with her temper."

It was a pinkish red dress, which is not considered gorgeous for women who like to wear red and green nowadays, but it is rare for Peng Xin who wears blue and gray all the year round.Moreover, this dress really made her complexion look better, and that perennially pale face also added a little vitality.

"Where is it? You are joking!"

"No kidding, no kidding. It's really pretty!"

"Yeah, why did you suddenly think of changing to this color?"

"Isn't it for our little princess's birthday? As a godmother, I can't cry all day long and make the child feel uncomfortable, right?"

Hearing the questions from several women, Peng Xin responded indifferently, the sadness from that moment just now was no longer on his face.

Three years have passed.

From the very beginning, she couldn't wait to find Song Ao, and had to "go out for a walk" twice a year for two or three months. Now, although she still "goes out for a walk" every year, she seems to have no problem finding Song Ao. Not as eager as before.

Maybe it was resignation.

Maybe it's... She has buried her thoughts deeply.

It is also possible that Song Che's caring for several years has finally moved her.

This time, after she came back from the south, not only did she become more cheerful, but her attitude towards Song Che also seemed to ease.

In fact, many people have already given up on Song Ao.

In everyone's hearts, he has become a person who has disappeared forever.

Even if he disappears for no apparent reason, even if there is still hope that he will suddenly appear in front of him, but people are always like this, once they are disappointed in something, they gradually become numb, and convince themselves to believe in that unbelievable thing. unacceptable results.

Mo Jiu was pleased with Peng Xin's change.

People have to look forward, don't they?

How much youth do women have?If she can figure it out, that's of course better.

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Chong'er is already five years old, so he can't be without a name forever, right?
Thinking of this, she glanced at Peng Xin's side face, smiled, and tentatively said, "You, don't keep on being your daughter all day long, but think about your son?"

"What are you thinking?" Peng Xin looked at his son, his eyes were filled with the soft light of motherhood, "His body is as strong as a calf, especially this year, he is practicing martial arts with his uncle, look at his head, whoosh The head of the land is not as worrying as Zhizhi. I am relieved of my son, let him be lazy."

"Aren't you lazy?" Mo Jiu hummed, "Isn't he famous? Even Mr. Private School is anxious, and you don't care?"

Sure enough, the good atmosphere sank as soon as Xiao Chonger's name was mentioned.

Mo Jiu knew that mentioning something related to Song Ao would definitely hit Peng Xin's sore spot.

But the son belongs to Song Ao, as long as there is a son, even if she doesn't poke it, won't Peng Xin feel pain?
I'm afraid that the wound is so painful that the wound festers, but he refuses to show it to others.

She had to take advantage of Zhizhi's birthday to squeeze out Peng Xin's abscess.

"Talk! What are you doing in a daze?" Mo Jiuyi raised his eyebrows, and the heroic spirit of the ninth master of the Mo family came up, and he spoke in a crisp voice, "I can tell you, Mr. Private School told me about it these days when you left Several times, I said that your Xiaochonger is not well-known, which greatly affects the teacher's teaching. He is naughty and calls Xiaochonger. He skips class and calls him Xiaochonger. He beats his hands and calls him Xiaochonger. It's too shameful. no?"

With a sigh, Peng Xin stroked the strands of hair falling from his cheeks, and lowered his head slightly.

"Didn't I think about it for a while?"

"Have you figured it out? Does it take five years to think of a name?" Mo Jiu rolled her eyes at her, "You can follow Xiaoyan's example, the son came out of the mother's womb and thought of the name before his father saw it. This is called a mother, understand?!"

"Pfft!" This made Song Yan laugh.

She was holding an embroidery work in her hand, which was a beautiful lotus flower. She didn't know what she was embroidering. When she was talking, she moved her fingers lightly, and she walked the thread like a shuttle.After three years of recuperation in Xinglong Mountain, she returned to the charming and lovely Princess Zi Yan in Lin'an.

"Mo Jiu, stop making fun of me! What am I doing for? It's not like you don't know how my situation can be the same as Peng Xin's?"

"That's right!" Peng Xin also laughed, and gave Mo Jiu a casual look, "Don't embarrass me, I can't do anything if I can't get a name, haven't I ever studied? Or, why don't you pick one? "

Seeing her like this, Mo Jiu sighed in his heart, and had no choice but to give up.

Peng Xin has been refusing to name his son, isn't he just looking forward to Song Ao's return?

Even if the hope is so slim, she refuses to give up.How big is her face, Mo Jiu, to help her choose this name?
"Okay, okay, don't take it if you don't want to take it. Little Chonger is used to it, and it's good. When he grows up, let's call him Big Chonger!"

She said this, originally to ease the atmosphere.But Peng Xin smiled, looking calm, but his eyes were gloomy, as if he hadn't pulled himself out of this matter yet.Mo Jiu smiled, not daring to expose her scars anymore, she just picked up a few melon seeds from the plate on the table and put them in her palms, eating them one after another, talking to Shangya for a while, and then She lowered her head to look at the lotus flower embroidered by Song Yan, and praised it.

"You are amazing! This flower is like coming to life. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!"

Three beauties in a row, Mo Jiu has absolutely nothing to say.　
This girl Song Yan's embroidery work can be regarded as one of the best in Xinglong Mountain.

Even Zhiniang always praised her for her good embroidery, saying that she thought she was a princess, and her ten fingers did not touch the sun, but she never thought that she could have such exquisite embroidery skills——

In fact, many people don't know that she is half a novice.Her mother taught her to embroider in the palace before, but she was never willing to restrain her. She spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, but she was not good at it.It is only in the past few years that I have worked hard to embroider day and night to achieve such a level.

For nothing else, she didn't want to be a idler.

How can there be any reason in this world to be favored by others?And how can you just pretend to be stupid and eat and drink for a lifetime?

She refused to go to Alejin with Wan Yanxiu.If you live and eat Mojiu here, if you don't do anything, you will be a useless person.

Originally, she wanted to be a girl for the Mo family, to take care of her daily life.But how could Mo Jiu agree to such a relationship between the two of them?In desperation, Song Yan began the long journey of cultivating an embroidered mother.He has cultivated himself from a rough embroiderer who has just mastered embroidery to become a masterpiece of Xinglongshan embroidery.

Human potential is limitless.

No matter what business you do, as long as you are willing to study hard for several years, you will surely achieve something.

Now that she has her own craftsmanship, and her embroidery cannot be irreplaceably exquisite, she can help Mo Jiu with some things.In this way, her mother and son lived and boarded in Xinglong Mountain, and she felt more at ease.

In fact, Wan Yanxiu was not unwilling to raise her.It's her who doesn't want anything.

Don't want fame, don't want money, and even... don't want me and my son to have anything to do with him.As Mo Jiu said, when Song Li came out of her stomach, Wen Po had just embraced her to announce the happy news to her, saying that she was a little son, and Song Yan weakly named her on the delivery bed.

"It's my son...then call him...Song Li."

At the time, Mo Jiu felt that the meaning of this word Li was a bit bad, but Song Yan insisted on calling it that way, neither she nor Wan Yanxiu, who was furious after hearing the name, couldn't change it.As a last resort, I heard that the royal princess not only wanted to name her son Li, but also called him "Zi San" in small characters. She was so frightened that she quickly recognized Song Li as her godson, and bestowed a small character—Xiaohuo .

Gossip is like fire.

She wanted to use Lihuo to rush away to separate.

But the rescue of her "Feng Shui Bureau" failed.

(End of this chapter)